A foolish king for his own praise,
An image made of gold,
Then bade all to bow down their heads,
but three alone stood bold.
And so the king in mighty ire
He cast them in the flame.
Yet God Saved them from scorching fire,
And death they overcame.
O Father, those men like Your Son,
Would not to satan bend.
If we for Your sake risk our lives,
Our lives You Will Defend
My soul is set at rest because
Your Word has promised those,
Who through The Son come unto You
Shall conquer all their foes.